This mysterious creep squad chooses to tease us lazy journalists with as little information as possible. They have a website but you can?t find it and once you?re there it?s pretty useless. There?s no MysSpace for these cats either which is actually pretty refreshing in a world where even misanthropists like Crebain and Xasthur have friends with fake boobs and bad make up.

So the only thing we have is the polaroid picture that comes with this album, of what seems to be the two guys that form this band, and the insert which confirms my two member theory by stating their names. Ha, I didn?t find that earlier. Ok. And the music itself, which is good enough to create it?s own life, it?s own environment, it?s own junk noise utopia if you like.

?Orange Mound? enfolds it?s being in a post-industrial world teaming with lo-fi tone generator buzz, putrid blocks of sound concr?te and noisy drones that never last long enough to put you in a state of bliss. They rather pester you with dark, prickly stabs to the gut and they do so with an eerie determination. ?Orange Mound? is not overly harsh but it?s not a joyride either. It?s a safe bet if you dig those true underground dweller tunes by them Fossils boys, early Wolf Eyes, Raven Strain, Sick Llama et al. Growl. 7/10 -- Joris Heemskerk (22 May, 2007)